Chapter 0608: The White Masked Man

Chapter 0608 The Man in the White Mask

The BlackClad Corps reacted swiftly, loosing arrows and firing cannonballs at Qin Yun.

Qin Yun, in turn, flashed twenty throwing knife talismans!

Guided by his peak spiritual control, the throwing knife talismans streaked like lightning, piercing through over a dozen BlackClad Corps members in an instant.

Qin Yun’s score spiked by 1,500 points!

He had finally succeeded in killing members of the BlackClad Corps.

He was pumped!

Holding his shield, Qin Yun flew through the air, baiting the BlackClad Corps’ attacks while simultaneously controlling the throwing knives.

The BlackClad Corps soon grasped the deadliness of the knives and broke off their attack to block.

One of the BlackClad warriors flared a burst of Dao Force, forming a shield to block the incoming throwing knife.

Just as he blocked it—the knife exploded!

BOOM!

The detonation of that small throwing knife emitted a skysplitting screech, as if it could pierce both earth and sky.

Though the explosion radius of the throwing knife talisman was small, its destructive power was immense—focusing devastating energy within a tiny area.

While the BlackClad warrior could block the knife’s strike, he couldn’t withstand the explosion, vaporized on the spot.

Soon after, numerous other throwing knives detonated in succession, unleashing thunderous blasts—BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!

Out of fifty BlackClad warriors, forty were wiped out instantly!

Qin Yun was thrilled with the throwing knife talismans’ power—he had expected to kill only thirty at best.

If the BlackClad warriors didn’t block the knives, they would be skewered through the head.

If they did block them, the knives would explode, blowing them apart.

The throwing knife talismans were too fast to dodge—even fleeing wouldn’t save them.

Once Qin Yun ran out of knives, only a few BlackClad warriors remained.

He dove in, saber whirling, alternating between the Six Forms of Wind Slash and the Mortal Saber Manual.

His other hand morphed into a giant Sky Lion claw, executing the Sky Lion’s Dragon-Slaying Claw.

No BlackClad warrior saw coming Qin Yun’s terrifying strength—in mere moments, he had cut them down to five.

Qin Yun went berserk, attacking with reckless abandon.

Even as injuries wracked his body, he endured the pain, burning every scrap of Dao Force into his strikes, howling as he unleashed the full might of his Nine Extremes Primordial Force.

"BlackClad Corps! You got me twice—now I return the favor!"

Qin Yun cackled, drunk on the slaughter, as he watched the BlackClad warriors fall one by one.

He now also realized that these BlackClad Corps members were all mid-stage Spirit Martial Realm martial artists.

Yet, under his frenzied attacks, they were utterly overwhelmed.

Fifty-one BlackClad Corps members—fifty of them were taken down in mere moments!

He gained five thousand points!

He already had over five thousand points, and now with another five thousand, his total reached ten thousand!

The disciples inside the safety tents, upon seeing Qin Yun's points, all rushed out, pumped with adrenaline, unable to believe their eyes.

They all knew very well that the members of the major factions were scattered, so Qin Yun couldn’t have obtained so many points by taking them out.

Which meant only one thing—

The BlackClad Corps had been annihilated!

The mysterious BlackClad Corps, who were death incarnate to anyone who crossed them.

Qin Yun had been killed by them before, yet now he had successfully gotten his payback, wiping out the entire BlackClad Corps.

Well, not entirely—one remained, the strongest of them all.

The other BlackClad Corps members wore black masks, but this last one wore a white mask, clearly the corps commander.

"You killed me twice. Now that I’ve wiped you out once, how's that taste?"

Qin Yun swung his broadsword wildly, unleashing blindingly fast slashes at the white-masked man.

The masked foe didn’t speak, nimbly sidestepping Qin Yun’s attacks.

Qin Yun’s Six Forms of Wind Slash unleashed incredibly swift strikes, difficult to dodge.

Yet the white-masked man avoided them with ease.

"Xiao Yun, that man’s movement technique is incredibly refined, reaching an extreme level—his body reacts naturally to evade your attacks!"

Ling Yuner gasped. "In other words, he doesn’t need to consciously dodge. Even in sleep, his body would instinctively evade rapid strikes!"

"How is this possible? Does such an insane skill tier truly exist?" Qin Yun was shook, unable to believe it.

"To reach this level, one must at least be a Demi-Immortal!" Ling Yuner’s tone grew serious. "This white-masked man is a Demi-Immortal, but after entering the Immortal Soldier Illusory Realm, his cultivation was suppressed to the Spirit Martial Realm!"

Qin Yun’s blood ran cold—the leader of the BlackClad Corps was actually a Demi-Immortal!

The Immortal Soldier City was an immortal sect, and Demi-Immortals did exist there. But who would have expected one to be roaming about the Immortal Soldier Illusory Realm?

"I must kill this guy!" White-hot resolve flooded Qin Yun’s heart.

On one hand, he had been killed by the BlackClad Corps before. On the other, this was a golden opportunity to test himself against a Demi-Immortal.

"Whether this man is targeting me or not, I must kill him to settle the score!"

Qin Yun was hyped. His left arm suddenly thrummed with power as the Sky Lion’s Dragonrend Claw emerged.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The ethereal claw projections of the Sky Lion's Dragon-Clawing Strike, like several long blades, unleashed the Six Forms of Wind Slash, coordinated with the Darkblade to create a whirlwind of slashes.

Qin Yun fought as if dual-wielding, his speed reaching its peak.

Yet, the adversary still managed to evade.

"Yun'er!" Qin Yun suddenly shouted.

Ling Yuner had gathered an immense surge of super gravity and abruptly released it.

Blindsided by this tactic, the pursuer was crushed under the mountain's weight, sending him plummeting to the ground.

Qin Yun swiftly charged downward, wielding the Sky Lion's Dragon-Clawing Strike and the Darkblade with the Mortal Saber Manual, lashing out in a savage flurry.

Despite his power, the impact and subsequent strikes wounded him, yet he shattered the gravitational force.

Hiss!

A terrifying wave of icy energy suddenly emanated from the pursuer's body.

"It seems he hadn't used elemental power before—now he's showing his true power," Ling Yuner said. "Xiao Yun, be careful. Don’t get killed."

The pursuer was a semi-immortal realm expert. Even though his cultivation was suppressed to the Spirit Martial Realm, his mastery of formidable martial arts and combat experience were unparalleled.

Qin Yun and the pursuer clashed in furious combat, locked in a deadlock.

To Qin Yun's frustration, his Darkblade was frozen by the opponent's intense icy power and then shattered by a single sword strike.

Disarmed, Qin Yun found himself cornered.

"Use the darkness—go now!"

Ling Yuner shouted, releasing another surge of intense gravity to suppress the pursuer.

Boom! The ground trembled.

Capitalizing on the opening, Qin Yun bolted into the recovering forest.

In the Illusory Realm of Immortal Soldiers, destroyed trees regenerated swiftly.

Hidden within the dense forest, Qin Yun used shadow power to blend into the darkness, bolting through the undergrowth.

Death meant losing mere hundred points, which meant little to him.

But he refused—it was beneath him.

Qin Yun thought he had escaped, only to find the pursuer relentlessly gaining ground.

*That fucker's using a Tracking Talisman!* Qin Yun cursed inwardly.

"Make for Safehaven!" Ling Yuner urged.

Qin Yun still had five throwing knives but held them in reserve, fearing their destruction would pain him.

*I should’ve saved two throwing knife talismans!* He kicked himself as the pursuit intensified.

The pursuer's Qinggong footwork was extraordinary, hungry for Qin Yun's blood.

In the previous battle, the white-masked man had been at a disadvantage, nearly got killed, but the worst part was that his entire BlackClad Corps had been wiped out.

As Qin Yun ran, he suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold around him. Looking closely, he saw that all the surrounding trees had turned into ice!

"Gotta figure something out—if this continues, I’ll be killed!"

Qin Yun increasingly sensed the white-masked man’s strength. Without weapons, he was screwed in a fight.

"Let me try if I can release the roots from the Mingyang Dao Core here!" Ling Yuner blurted out.

Qin Yun had used those roots to entangle enemies before, but this was the Immortal Armament Illusion Realm—he had no clue if it'd work here.

"It seems possible!" Ling Yuner yelled excitedly. "Prepare to counterattack!"

Just as the white-masked man chasing Qin Yun thought he had him dead to rights, countless black roots suddenly wrapped around him.

Qin Yun let out a laugh as he sprang back, his arm transforming into a ghostly lion’s claw as he unleashed the Sky Lion’s Dragon-Subduing Claw.

The white-masked man, entangled by the roots, thrashed for a second before poofing out just as Qin Yun attacked!

Qin Yun’s claw struck empty air.

"Son of a bitch!"

Qin Yun cursed furiously. "Running away from the Immortal Armament Illusion Realm just because you can’t win? What a chickenshit move! I swear I’ll kill you!"

Looking around, Qin Yun noticed residual ice energy from the white-masked man’s earlier attack. He quickly pulled out some spirit beast hide to absorb the frozen energy, planning to whip up a Soul Tracker.

With enough of the target’s energy, he could refine a talisman to track them.

"I wonder if it’ll work in the Immortal Armament Illusion Realm. If they can use Tracking Talismans to find me, my Soul Tracker should work too!"

Qin Yun swiftly crafted a Soul Tracker and released it, but it merely hovered in the air without reacting.

"Must be because that bastard left the Immortal Armament Illusion Realm—can’t get a lock!" Qin Yun muttered in frustration.

"Xiao Yun, see if there are any magic sigils that can shield your soul from tracking."

"The principle of Tracking Talismans should be similar to Soul Trackers. When you entered, your soul was tagged by that damn bed, so they can always trace you," Ling Yuner explained.

She said this to encourage Qin Yun to think of ways to evade the BlackClad Corps’ tracking and counterattack.

"The BlackClad Corps aren’t gonna take this lying down—they’ll definitely come back!" Ling Yuner added.

"Right. If I can avoid being tracked, I can use the Soul Tracker to locate the BlackClad Corps and ambush them!"

His face lit up. "Wiping out the BlackClad Corps nets you 5,000 points—they’re prime point-farming targets!"